Quotes About Comfort

I liked the shorthand we seemed to fall into when nobody else was around, the easy intimacy that had sprung up between us. I liked the way he turned his face and looked at me with amusement, like I had somehow turned out to be so much more than he had expected. On

To be the recipient of such hate, without the prospect of a word of comfort from those who loved you. The way Margery had isolated herself made Alice want to weep. It was like an animal that deliberately takes itself off somewhere solitary before it dies.

Sometimes it even seemed like a relief to him that there was someone prepared to be rude to him, to contradict him or tell him he was being horrible.

felt an almost umbilical pull toward home, the comfort offered by a conventional family and a traditional Sunday lunch.

You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone ... There is hunger in you, Clark. A fearlessness. You just buried it like most of people do. Just live well, just live. - William Traynor to Louisa Clark

Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay.

The sights and sounds of home.

I might lick you." "If it makes you feel better." I licked him. His aftershave didn't taste as nice as it smelled, but it was kind of nice to lick someone. "It does make me feel better," I said with some surprise. "It really does!

there's not much that can't be fixed by a decent cup of tea …

They sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea.

I have never really been an animal person. But I suddenly understood what comfort could be gained from burying your face in the soft pelt of another creature, the consolation of the many small

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

all I felt when I saw Vanessa was this weird sensation I used to get when I was a kid, like when you're at a friend's house and your mum comes to get you before you're ready.

Are you claustrophobic?" His face, inches from mine, was etched with worry. "I could see you didn't want to go in. I just... I just thought you were being—" I shut my eyes. "I just want to go now." "Hold on to my hand. We'll go out." He knew the maze backward, he told me as we walked, his voice calm, reassuring. I entwined my fingers with his and felt the warmth of his hand as something comforting.

Imagine being the kind of woman who wears these shoes every day, she thinks. Imagine living the kind of life where you only ever walk short distances across marble floors. Imagine having nothing to worry about except whether your pedicure matches your expensive shoes.

I heard the priest murmur the familiar recitation about dust and ashes and my eyes filled with tears. I wiped them away with a handkerchief.

I have never really been an animal person. But I suddenly understood what comfort could be gained from burying your face in the soft pelt of another creature, the consolation of the many small tasks that you're obliged to perform for its welfare.

How could I explain to him – how a body can become so familiar to you?

Whatever it was she was doing, it seemed to be giving him just a small respite from that.

Lo abracé con fuerza y no dije nada, sin dejar de decirle en silencio que era amado. Oh, pero cómo era amado.

with the music turned up loud so that I didn't have to be alone with my thoughts.

Won't take much to make this feel like home.

I felt grateful for my parents. I felt an almost umbilical pull towards home, the comfort offered by a traditional family and Sunday lunch on the table.